Two heads are better than one

[tanks4thememory]

Who: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)

Where: Their User world abode and possibly other places

When: Some undetermined time post Legacy and after this thread

What: ABO sexytimes and maybe other things; a Clu on Clu catchall

Warnings: VERY NSFW. Multiple kinks, ABO related warnings, sorta incest depending how you view programs from the same User, basically enter at your own risk if you're not into that sort of thing

The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.

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[tanks4thememory]

C'leel watched as the captain attempted to put himself and his room to rights. Part of him wanted to lash his tail at the man's tone and part of him wanted to shrink away, but there was no room in the metal tub for either. So instead he simply frowned. Under other circumstances and from other lips he may have taken the idea that his scales could be mistaken for actual gold as a compliment, but as things were, it merely cemented the greed of this particular group in his mind. "Magic is something that's learned," he said rather sullenly. "Something that takes study and practice. It's not something someone can simply be. So they'd be disappointed either way."

Still, all in all, he preferred not having them only discover this after pulling off half his scales or some such thing. And speaking of injuries. "No," he said. "I'm a bit bumped and bruised-" likely in part because of his own thrashing- "but not cut. I had sense enough to keep still while you were cutting the ropes to make sure of that."

And he was going to be relatively still for awhile, if the captain had his way. Even if he wanted to give C'leel room to swim, any attempt to do so would result in his ship joining the shipwreck that had drawn them both here on the seabed. And despite his predicament, he wasn't so vindictive as to wish such a fate on his captors. He'd seen the bones of the poor, unfortunate souls who'd gone down with that ship, and didn't wish to add to their number if it could be helped.

The question of food was a far more immediate concern though. "Fish and plants both, according to the season and our tastes," he said. "There's actually some travel rations among the things in my pouch. I'd been supplementing them with hunting, but on their own they should last a few days, if eaten sparingly. I doubt eating your food would be an issue though, if needed." Nor the humans his either, he suspected, though how much either of them would enjoy the other's fare remained to be seen.

As for drinking, he actually had to think for a moment. He'd been told as a child, of course, among the endless questions youngsters were prone to, but it was never something he'd had to consciously think about as an adult. "Normally we take what we need from the water around us, with our gills filtering out the excess salt, among other things. But as that can't happen here, I suppose drinking like a human would do me no harm, so long as it's water and not ale." He had no desire to find out how that stuff would affect him, thank you very much.

"Tea though... do you mean the drink or the meal? I know it's both, somehow, though I'm not sure how that might be." He suspected that the captain was referring to the drink, as that was what he'd just been talking about, but he couldn't be sure.